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Theology vs. the infield fly
There's a strange little independent national association (calling it that gives it WAY much more dignity than it deserves) in Versailles, Ky. (and hey, we hillbillies pronounce that Ver-SALES, not ver-sigh) whose rules will toss a player for "g.d." but apparently doesn't care about other profanities. Like Mike, I'm uncomfortable with this -- just because some guy is head honcho we've all got to observe his little language quirks? Not that I'm encouraging people to belt out a string every time they pop up or fly out -- my 11-year-old daughter's often among the many children in the crowd.
But a game ain't a Sunday service and I'm not worried about their immortal souls. Even if I were, I don't happen to believe that there's a word or phrase you can say that's strong enough to put your soul in jeopardy. (which means being at the risk of being put out -- of heaven, presumably.) Jeez Louise, I can't even get the infield fly rule straight, don't ask me to interpret theology.
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"The only person who knows the location of the 'strike zone' is the 'umpire', and he refuses to reveal it...the umpire communicates solely by making ambiguous hand gestures and shouting something that sounds like 'HROOOOT!' which he refuses to explain." -- Dave Barry
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